Текст песни Мари Говори - Despacito

Lyrics:

Tits freeze and hurt in the cold
Already tore the nipple my bra
Butterflies froze to death in my stomach
And all this is not even in winter

Here, here is not Puerto Rico and Suriname
Here survives the one who is even a little drunk
You will be fit into the army without a pulse
I went to the housing office and poured my sadness
Like where is heating, on the nose January
But the head of the housing office answered me frowningly:

Suck you
Little Will Change From Meningitis
You are warm once you are shaved everywhere
In the meantime, sleep in the corpse of a horse
Suck you
And discover all the charms of cystitis
Satisfy such appetites
It costs nothing, just suck you

We suck hard, gently
Without losing rhythm
It’s only a pity that there’s little good
Only a house for a duckling
May we not be rich
But we are only happy to suck
To have more money
On rockets and grenades

I put a daw for Putin
And also put a candle
So say the police
I made a rule
They say that he has an end with a length of BAM, BAM
They say that with trump he will soon do BAM BAM

Slowly more Brezhnev successfully rules us
Just kidding about it successfully, it just rules us.
Anyway, we are satisfied with the country
(Well, here you can not be unhappy, a long story)

Suck you, suck you, and you go to the factory
And for this Putin will give those vodka a liter
The press population protects against stress
From the evil eye, oil, gas, forest and progress
Elite with retinue of gold covered
I will pay with a microloan with "Magnet"
Grandmother with a prosthesis left the social security
Her advice there was given a very interesting

Suck you
This is the prevention of radiculitis.
Also helps with laryngitis.
Better than the hospital by the forgotten god
Deficit
They do not have a blowjob they just like the fan
Distribute protein to hungry Russians
Expecting them to get up off their knees

We suck hard, gently
Without losing rhythm
It’s only a pity that there’s little good
Only a house for a duckling
May we not be rich
But we are only happy to suck
To have more money
On rockets and grenades

The bottom is broken
If we call the king of a bandit
If everyone is richer here metropolitans
But all the same, only transvestites are afraid